Thursday, June 5, 2014

Right Here

Someone had the nifty idea to try to write 30 poems in the month of June, one for each day. Here's my first one.


With my toes in the sand and my eyes on the stars,
I stared up into the vacancy.
Your love echoed down to the ground all around me,
Your voice in the wind that I could not see.

I stood there wanting it all to become clear:
My heart open, my hands outstretched.
But instead I found that there's life to be found
Right here in the beautiful mess.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, Olivia.I love that image of standing expectantly, waiting for the clarity, and finding that God instead comes to find us and be with us in the mess.

    ReplyDelete